Completely used up physically, mentally, relationally and even spiritually.

And not just the tiredness, when darkness falls… things seem worse. Things seem unproportionally wrong. Things get harder and more stressful. Everything seems just a little bit more scary. more overwhelming.

The girls were feeling it and I hadn’t even said anything to them about how tired Jeremy and I were each night. Maybe they could sense it.

Maybe they felt it just as strongly.

Elayna said quietly one night, “Mommy I like Africa in the day but I don’t think I like it at night.”

Oh, baby… Mommy knows.

*Insert Annie singing “The sun will come up tomorrow…”

So we pray. We sing. Seriously singing “God is Bigger than the Boogie Man” and “My God is So BIG” on repeat each night before the little girls could sleep.